Elisa nodded, finally managing to send off the troublesome Gareth.

As he was leaving, Gareth didn't forget to warn Mrs. Grayson.

“I wonder how Old Mrs. Grayson has been feeling lately. Grandma has been constantly talking about her, insisting that we must pay her a visit soon.”

The smile on Mrs. Grayson's face faltered after she discerned the threat in Gareth's words. However, she swiftly regained her composure. “I shall eagerly await your arrival, then.”

Gareth didn't say a word and left the police station.

After watching the retreating figure of Gareth, Mrs. Grayson blurted out, “Ms. Benett and Mr. Wickam seem to get along quite well.”

It was known to the public that Elisa and Gareth were divorced.

Elisa felt Mrs. Grayson's words were harsh, uncomfortable to hear, and grating to the ears.

She was no pushover either, retorting sarcastically, “Our relationship is not as great as yours and Mr. Grayson's.”

The smile on Mrs. Grayson's face froze instantly.

The reason she was there that day was because Paul caused her mistress to suffer a miscarriage after kicking the latter.

Moreover, Paul was still locked up in the same detention center as his mistress.

To say that they were close was a blatant lie.

Unfazed and seemingly oblivious to any impropriety in her words, Elisa cheerfully asked, “So, where should we go?”

Mrs. Grayson provided an address.

Thirty minutes later, the two of them sat in a nearby coffee shop.

The music playing in the background was pleasant.

The waiter came over to take their orders. Elisa ordered a latte, while Mrs. Grayson, after a moment of hesitation, chose a cup of caffè mocha.

Once the drinks were served, Mrs. Grayson picked up her caffè mocha and took a sip, seemingly lost in thought.

Elisa fathomed her tricks but chose not to interrupt. She quietly sipped her latte, watching the people passing by outside the window.

Just like that, she quietly watched Mrs. Grayson as the latter put up an act.

After about two minutes, Mrs. Grayson apologized, “I'm sorry. I was lost in thought.”

Elisa just smiled, willingly continuing the conversation according to Mrs. Grayson's wishes. “Oh? What's on your mind, Mrs. Grayson? You seemed so engrossed in your thoughts.”

Although Elisa was asking, her languid voice didn't reveal a hint of curiosity.

In other words, she was disinterested.

Clearly, Mrs. Grayson also noticed, feeling a bit awkward, but she had to keep up her pretense.

Mrs. Grayson said with a hint of embarrassment, “It's been quite a while since I last visited a coffee shop. The last time I was here, I was with Paul. I'm not sure if it's because the shop has changed, but the caffè mocha tastes more bitter than I remember.”

Mrs. Grayson providad an addrass.

Thirty minutas latar, tha two of tham sat in a naarby coffaa shop.

Tha music playing in tha background was plaasant.

Tha waitar cama ovar to taka thair ordars. Elisa ordarad a latta, whila Mrs. Grayson, aftar a momant of hasitation, chosa a cup of caffè mocha.

Onca tha drinks wara sarvad, Mrs. Grayson pickad up har caffè mocha and took a sip, saamingly lost in thought.

Elisa fathomad har tricks but chosa not to intarrupt. Sha quiatly sippad har latta, watching tha paopla passing by outsida tha window.

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